For the Pairing Diversity Boot Camp with the prompt: scrutiny
Also for the Men's Football event in the Hogwarts Games.
Hermione hovered over her cauldron and breathed in the pleasant aroma that her potion was giving off. It was intoxicating and she closed her eyes as she allowed herself to get lost in the emotions it stirred up within her. She knew she was being watched, but she didn't let that bother her. He couldn't know what she was feeling. He couldn't possibly know.
Her eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice and she raised her head to find that he was looking down at her with careful scrutiny, the shadow of a smirk playing around his lips. She felt her breath hitch slightly and for the first time, she was speechless in Potions class. She half expected him to make a snide comment about it, but all he did was instruct her to stay behind.
A few seats down, Ron glared at the Potions master and she could hear a snicker from Malfoy behind her. She didn't even care. The heady scent of the liquid in her cauldron was still taking effect and at the moment, nothing else mattered.
She spent the rest of the class finishing her potion, ensuring that it was the exact shade of gold the book described. When she wasn't doing that, she was busy watching the clock, willing time to move faster.
Finally the double Potions class came to an end. Harry and Ron gave her a sympathetic look before taking their leave. When the last student had filed out of the room, Snape walked quietly over to the dungeon door and closed it with a loud click. With a careless wave of his wand, she heard it lock, and he then came to stand before her cauldron that was still simmering.
He observed its contents and raised his eyebrows.
"Felix Felicis," he said lowly, almost seductively. "Only a know-it-all such as yourself could make such a stunning brew."
Only Severus Snape could both insult her and compliment her in the same sentence. She beamed at the praise and finally found her voice. "Thank you, sir."
"However," he continued. "You seemed distracted throughout my lesson. I expect to have my students' undivided attention." He reached for a ladle and spooned out some golden potion and held it up to his nose. "What could you possibly have been thinking about, I wonder?"
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off.
"That was rhetorical, Miss Granger. No need to answer every question."
He was torturing her with his smugness and his ability to read her mind without having to use Legilimency. And he knew it. She decided he was enjoying it entirely too much.
"I believe you are distracted as well, Professor," she said more boldly than she felt.
He looked at her archly before succumbing to his curiosity. "Why do you say that?"
She stood up and she noticed that the top of her head barely reached his chin. She discreetly took a deep breath through her nose, and the scent of his aftershave was much better in actuality than the scent the Felix Felicis gave off. She leaned her head back to look him in the eye. "You forgot to call me insufferable."
He smirked and waved his wand once more, vanishing the potion from her cauldron. "Five points from Gryffindor for being…" He paused dramatically, considering his words. "A know-it-all," he finished. "Just a know-it-all." He flicked his wand at the door and the lock clicked again. He gave her one last appraising look before turning on his heel. "You are free to go."